The Sweetest Taboo.

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WARNING: these characters may be a little OOC.

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Lucius Malfoy was a proud man; as proud as they come. You could see his pride spill off him like the burning smoke of a bonfire. What Lucius wanted, Lucius took and he wanted his son. He hungered for him like a pride of dog-hungry lions. His son was in his fourth year at Hogwarts and had grown to be handsome, supple and captivating youth. He looked quite...cute; A delectable little siren.

Lucius sat in his room staring glassy-eyed at the hot glow of the fire place. The walls shimmered and flashed in symphony of red and orange. The fire danced and crackled with Lucius as its distracted audience. How could he want his son?
For the love of Merlin, he was the boy's father! He was supposed to be there for him, to care for him, but now he wanted to in more ways than one; the "more ways" making him feel a warm sensation in his nether regions. He wanted him underneath his large, toned and muscled body writhing and squirming in rapturous delectation like a little kitten, his little kitten. He wanted to hear him mewl and shriek from the burning, fervent sensations as he drove into him, filling him chock- full with his seed. Lucius flushed, shifting uncomfortably on his black leather sofa.

He rubbed his temple fighting to regain some of his self-composure. Frustrated, he stood and walked over to small polished wood cabinet of the finest quality on the other side of the room. He took out a small crystalline glass that looked more like a polished ruby with the warm glow of the fire, and a bottle of fire whiskey. He promptly poured himself a glass of the amber colored liquid. He downed the glass in a harsh gulp and poured himself another. He stood there for a moment with the empty glass in his hand.

A knock came at the door.

"Enter." He said putting the glass down.

His wife swept into the room clad in an extravagant and finely detailed blue dress, her blond hair done up in what appeared to be an oriental fashion. Her dark blue dress glided across the floor like a cold mist, fanning the fumes of the of the extensive amount perfume she wore, as the thick scent blanketed the room. The appalling scent violated his sinuses like a swarm of rabid hornets.

"Come, Draco is going to be here any minute. He'll want to see you."

'I really want to see him too.' Lucius thought as images of Draco writhing beneath him came barreling back in to his mind. He threw those thoughts aside and let out a low sigh. Narcissa, who was on her way out, turned to look at him.

"Are you ok?" she asked, her voice as phony as the look on her face.

The magic of this relationship died the moment they both said "I do." The only reason Lucius married her was to uphold the family name and produce an heir. Lucius did not know the reasons Narcissa had married him, nor did he care, but assumed it was for wealth and status or some such thing.

"Tired," he said simply.

She nodded and left, shutting the door behind her. Draco was coming home for the Christmas holidays and was due to arrive any minute. Lucius collected himself and went down stares to greet his beloved son.


After he greeted his parents, with a hug from his father and an invasion of wet kisses from his mother, Drcaco's things were sent to his room and they sat down to dinner. They ate with Draco doing most of the talking, recounting the eventful year at Hogwarts; the Triwizard Tournament and the Yule Ball and such. He had taken Pansy to the ball with him and she turned out to be quite a terrible dancer, flailing her arms like wet noodles and tripping over her feet like she had more than one.

Lucius glanced at his son as he spoke and noticed he hadn't changed much over the past few months at school, though he did take note that his hair a grown a tad in length. As Lucius listened to his son talk of the events at the Yule Ball, he fantasized how wonderful it would feel to have been his date; to have his hands on his son's hips as they swayed and glided across the dance floor. He would then dip him and lean in for a kiss, licking is soft and tender lips.

Lucius surprised himself when he let out a barely audible moan. He looked at his family seated at the table and silently thanked Merlin as no one seemed to notice. As dinner was finished, Lucius left for the solitary comfort of his chambers.

Once again alone on his black leather sofa, his mind returned to thoughts of Draco in his arms, kissing his soft and pink pouty lips, running his hands through his soft silky blonde hair that was so like his own...Lucius shook his head, 'oh god, what am I going to do?'

Fatigued, he rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb. Lucius thought it best if he just went to bed. He quickly muttered a spell leaving him completely nude. He never wore anything to sleep because he detested the way it scrunched up around his body when he slept. He collapsed on the bed quickly pulling the covers up over him and let sleep ravish his tired body.

Draco stood in his room unpacking his things and spelling them to their appropriate place. 'Father really seemed distracted tonight, he barely said a word.' Draco thought putting the last of his things away. 'I wonder what that moan was all about?' He just barely heard the moan but still caught it. He had secretly been a little turned on. He had to admit his father was very attractive at the age of forty four.

He had, for years, secretly been attracted to his father. The way his father hugged him and his subtle mannerisms told Draco that he loved him; perhaps more than a father should love his son. He doubted that his father even knew. As he became older, he found himself thinking more and more of his father and found that thinking of him made him hot between his legs. It came as shock to him one night to know that he had fallen in love with his own father. He had cried himself to sleep that night knowing that the one he would ever truly love, he could never truly be with.

Draco had really looked forward to coming home. He was getting tired of all the buzz and excitement of the Triwizard Tournament. The worst was the Yule Ball. He really did not want to go with Pansy. She had clung to him like a security blanket and not once did the little thistle let go. He didn't even like girls. He admitted to himself a while ago that he was gay but could never tell a sole, especially his father. He would murder him! Or worse, he would find out that his son was in love with him. He cringed at the thought of what his father would to do him if he ever found out about his dirty little secret.

Draco shook his head and checked his watch. It was now a quarter past twelve. Never one to go to bed early and being almost nocturnal in nature, Draco decided to take a stroll around the manor. He liked the night. It was calm and gave him peace of mind. But most of all it was private. He felt he could be more himself taking down all walls that he surrounded himself with during the day.

Draco’s other precious secret that he kept locked up inside under careful guard, was the fact he liked to sing. He loved to sing. He felt contentment in it purest of forms when he sang out those melodious notes, reveling in the electrifying feeling of euphoria, sending chills down his spine. There were times where he would even alter his voice to sound like a girl, to get perfect harmony for the song he felt only a girl’s voice could deliver. The most overwhelming and loveliest feeling of all was standing outside on the cliffs, at his aunt’s estate, over looking the violent sea, as he sang out, his heart bursting into ecstatic flames of triumph; the wind howling its vicious opera, trying to be heard over his striking voice.

He drifted down the hallways, humming a quiet tune, taking in the smell of the now sleeping manor. The manor smelled strongly of his mother intense perfume. She wore so much of it that the house plants wilted and died if she strode past. 'Maybe that is why father is so distant of her,' he mused.

Draco drifted by his father's chamber door smelling a hint of whisky. He stopped dead when he heard a strange sound coming from his father's room. He stood there a few seconds staring at the beautifully engraved and polished wood. A large demonic snake covered each door pointing to the finely crafted handle. He stepped closer and pressed his ear against the smooth surface, listening intently. He jerked his head back. He could have sworn he heard his name.

Draco carefully cracked the door open and peered inside. He noticed an open bottle of whiskey and empty glass on a small wooden cabinet.
His breath caught in his throat as his eyes fell upon his father’s sleeping form. He lay on his back, his long white blond hair fanned out around his handsome face. The covers were pulled up to his navel exposing his bare chest. He looked positively delicious. Draco drank in the sight of his father as he slept, unconsciously liking his lips.

He silently padded to his father bed; the door left open letting in a crack of light splitting the room in two. Lucius shifted on the bed.

"Draco..."

Draco stood still as death, frozen to the spot. He watched as his father tossed his head seemingly in the midst of a nightmare. He dared not breathe.

"Yes, purr for me my little kitten," Lucius moaned.

Then it smacked Draco in the face like iced wet towel. This was a sex dream!
He swallowed hard. His father was having sexual dreams about him! 'Holy fuck!' shrieked across his mind.

"So tight!"

Lucius' eyes snapped open. Draco just stood there. Still fazed from the dream, Lucius pulled his son down to him and crushed their lips together. Draco not knowing what to do did nothing. The shock of his father waking up turned his brain to sand. Lucius bit down on his lip and forced his tongue in to his son's hot wet mouth, sucking on his tender pink tongue, milking his mouth dry of saliva. It was then that Lucius fully awoke. His eyes widened. He was kissing his son!!! He immediately pulled back. Both father and son stared at each other, speechless, in a thick miasma of silence.

"Leave...Now!" Lucius bit out in an icy hiss.

Draco turned and ran out of the room, without shutting the door, like a spooked kitten with its tail fluffed out in horror.
With a harsh wave of his hand, Lucius spelled his door shut. He fell back against the pillows. 'I kissed my son!’ Lucius shut his eyes, remembering the feel of lips pressed to Draco's, the sweet warm taste of his wet little mouth as he suckled on his tongue. God, he loved it! Lucius opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

Draco leaned back against the door of his room, his breathing labored. His father kissed him! The feel of his father's lips on his, then licking, stroking and sucking on his tongue with his own sent shivers down his spine. Draco let out a soft moan. He slid down the door’s smooth surface, letting his hands fall to his sides, he knees raised up in front of him.

There was silence at the break feast table of the Malfoy family. Narcissa ate quickly and contentedly as she had quite a list of things to do today. Lucius noticed Draco glance at him more than once, his eyes wistful. He finished his plate and left to his study. He had papers to deal with and had neglected them long enough.

Draco soon followed suit, heading up to his room. He lay on his bed staring out the window at the falling snow. Annoyed, he snatched a pillow and threw it across the room. He could not stand it anymore. He could not take his father's elusive attitude. All this avoidance and distance was driving him mad. Any more and his mind would crack like nut. He had to see his father.

A cold-footed knock came at his study door. Lucius already knew who it was.

"Enter." His tone clam and neutral.

Draco quietly entered the room and took a seat in front of his father's desk.

"Father..." Draco started.

"That was nothing." Lucius cut in.

He was not ready to admit he wanted his son as Draco probably was confused and upset about the little ordeal.

"Oh don't give me that fucking hog swill father! You know perfect bloody well that was not nothing!"

Lucius looked up from his papers to stare at his son.

"I suggest you hold your tongue lest I should tear it out of your mouth." Lucius hissed.

"I liked it father." Draco said, staring into his father's lethal grey eyes, his voice salty.

"In fact..." He put his face to his hand, his elbow resting on the desk.

"I loved it!"

He stared into his father's eyes once more. He couldn’t believe he was admitting it. The longing had ached in his heart for so long, and now he was putting all of his cards on the table.

"I...I want you." He said his eyes growing softer; his voice now a timid whisper.

Lucius stared into his son's unnatural grey eyes stippled with bits of blue. His face betrayed none of the bewilderment he felt at his son's statement. Lucius stood, coming around to the front of his desk. He lifted Draco up from his seat pulled him into his strong arms. Draco's height only came up to his father's chest and he noticed a couple of the buttons on his shirt were undone. Lucius dipped his head down closing the gap between them. He gently kissed his son's soft and tender lips. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip in a silent request. Draco parted his lips letting his father's large, invading tongue drown in his sweet, wet cavern. Lucius sucked on his son's sweet little tongue savoring the taste his saliva mixing with his own in a rhapsody of hot and sweet versus cool and spicy.

Without breaking away for much needed air, Lucius started unbuttoning his son's shirt, sliding the fine material off his shoulders, exposing his little muscled chest. Lucius pulled away from his son's now red and swollen lips. He inhaled his beloved son's spicy and heady, inviting scent as he kissed and sucked his way down his little lover's neck. The alluring and dramatic scent that was Draco flirted with his nostrils and made love to his sinuses.

Lucius continued with his task, while he waved a hand spelling everything away off his desk. Draco look over at the now bare desk wide eyed and then to his father. Lucius only gave a provocative smirk. One that would make a minx swoon. He swept his son on to the desk, like one would his new bride, and slowly guided him down on his back. Draco lay on the soft wood with his father above him, kissing, licking and groping his taut nipples. Lucius ran his large cat like tongue down to his little kitten's navel, dipping his hot tongue into the tiny opening, and continuing the path down to his proud and delectable erection. Lucius kissed the head before playing his prelude on the skin flute. Draco writhed and moaned in heady bliss at his father's curtain-raiser.

"Yes! More!" he barely breathed out.

He bucked his hips almost fucking his father's hot mouth. Lucius could feel his prickling Rock-Python pressed taut against is pants. He felt that if he kept his pants on any longer the seams would split open. His cock throbbed in warning. Lucius spelled them both completely nude, muttering a lubrication spell, before apparating them both to the bedroom.

Once on the bed, with his slick fingers, he teased and flirted with his kitten's "back door," making his little kitten whimper. Slowly he pushed in a single digit. Draco hissed as his body protested the invader. The finger felt enormous and stung. Draco's eyes became teary but he did not ask his father to stop.

Lucius kissed away his son's tears as he slowly pumped, searching for that special spot that existed within all men. Finding it, he added a second finger slowly stretching him as played with his prostate. Draco Writhed and mewled as his father fondled his prostate, and added a third finger. He arched his back feeling a marvelous electrifying sensation crash over him like the waves of a cursing sea.

“M...more," He meagerly breathed.

Draco hissed as his father removed those delicious skill-full fingers. Lucius placed his throbbing rod at his kitten’s entrance.

“Will...will it hurt?” Drcao asked his voice taut.

“Yes, but it will over shortly, I promise.” Lucius kissed his son in reassurance.

He looked into his son’s ready eyes. Draco nodded. Lucius thrust in hard and fast. Draco yelped. Tears flooded down from his large blue-grey eyes. Lucius stayed still as his kitten became used to the aggressor trespassing in his most private of areas. Lucius lapped and kissed up his son’s salty tears. As Draco started to move a little beneath him, he pulled out and thrust back in.

"So tight."

“Please...father, more!” Draco cried, finally losing himself in the hot pleasures his father was giving him.

Lucius lifted his son to him as he pumped with a vengeance.

“Harder, faster! Fuck me father!” Draco moaned in bliss.

This was pure ecstacy. Draco began to shiver, he was close. Lucius felt the beginnings of his son’s orgasm and began to pound into him faster. Draco gave himself over to the throngs of passion, screaming his father’s name and drowning in the wicked sea of orgasmic bliss. With a heady grunt, Lucius came spilling his seed into his son’s warmth as he too, joined Draco in the orgasmic sea of ecstasy.

He collapsed on top of his son, both breathing heavily as they came down from their orgasmic high. As their breathing evened out, Lucius rolled of his son taking him with him, locking him in his tight embrace. Draco looked up to his father’s handsome silver-grey eyes.

“I love you father.” He said, snuggling his head against his father’s warm chest.

“And I love you my little dragon.” Lucius rested his chin on his beloved son’s head.

They both laid their in contentment as the fire crackled and hissed joyfully. Neither noticed the light glow appear around Draco’s abdomen.

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